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Show 1 LATEST IRISH NEWS. ' From The Pilot. j Cort On Sept. S the death occurred at the North Presentation Convent, Cork, of I Sister Mary Agnes Finucane. A well-known East Cork Nationalist has passed away in the person of William Wil-liam Butler, Midleton, whose remains were interred in Rosary cemetery there on Sept. 8. He took an active part in the Fenian movement, being a personal friend of the Fenian hero, Peter O'Neill Crowley, and the organizer for the , East Cork district. Deny. The Right Rev. Monsignor McHugh, j bishop-elect of Derry, was consecrated ! In St. Eugene's cathedral on Sunday, the 29th inst. Dr. McHugh, who succeeds suc-ceeds the late Dr. O'Doherty, has had a distinguished career. Under his presidency pres-idency Ct. Columb's college, Derry, at- tained great distinction and became recognized as one of the leading collegiate colle-giate institutions in Ulster. In Stra-bane, Stra-bane, of which he was pastor before his elevation to the episcopate, he won golden opinions from every class of the community. Down. The death took place on Sept. 8 of the Rev. T. B. Hammersley at the Do-mmicaji Do-mmicaji Priory Newry, after a long illness. ill-ness. He joined the Order of the Dominicans Do-minicans thirty-nine years ago, and a strange coincidence Is that Tie died on the anniversary of the day he joined the order. Previous to coming to Newry New-ry he was stationed in Limerick and Cork. He was a native of Doon, County Limerick, and was educated in Tallaght and (Sork. Dublin. , "Very Rev. Francis O'Neill, P. P., the , 2Ca,ul, celebrated the golden jubilee of I his ordination on Sept. 8. People as sembled from all parts of the barony of Flngal to take part In the joyous ve.nt. Addresses of congratulation were presented to the venerable jubi- larlan from the parishioners of the JNaul, BaJlyboughal, Domastown, Bal-heary Bal-heary and Donabate; also from the teachers of the national schools, under Jiis management. Fermanagh. The death has occurred of a well-Suiown well-Suiown figure In the Great Northern Railway service, Mr. Thomas McNulty, who acted as guard for over sixty years, during which his record was unblemished. un-blemished. He was a native of Lisna-Jcea, Lisna-Jcea, j Kildare. j Mrs. Charles Heff ernan. a member of I em old County Kildare Nationalist fam- 11 y, died at his residence. Rath connell, J on Sept. 7. The funeral took place on I Kept. 9, when the remains of the de- I ceased were interred in the family bu- ! rial ground at Fontstown. I i 'Kerry. I John White Leahy, magistrate and j landowner of Killarnes;, aged about 50, I was, on the 7th ult., found dead in a j , field near his house. He left a letter I to his wife, to whom he had been mar- ( ried only a month, telling her to give S a suit of clothes to each of his tenants. j Longford. The death occurred on Sept. 8 after a brief illness, of Mj Cornelius Fagan, Lismacaffrey. at the age of about 60 years. He was uncle of Dr. Jbweph M. S. Kenny, medical officer at Granard workhouse, and was most popular I among all classes in the district. Miss Mary Kathleen Flanagan, eldest daughter' of the late Mr. John Flana- gan, Killashee, has been professed a member of the Sacred Heart Order at ; the Highgate road convent, London. I She has returned to Ireland to take up I duties in one of the convents of the I order, Our Lady's Bower, Athlone. ! Louth. John Skeliy, a veteran of the Crimean war, passed away on Sept. 10 at his' late residence. Old Abbey, Drogheda. t Mayo. I Much regret is felt at the recent I death of Mrs. O'Malley, wife of Mr. i Thomas O'Malley, Bushfield, Kilmeena, "Westport, and sister of Mr. John I O'Donnel, M. P. Mrs. O'Malley was I only about 26 years of age, and had Jeen married only a year. B. McMahon died on SepL 6 from injuries received in & bicycling accident. Mr. McMahon was In Ab-beyliex Ab-beyliex in connection with a mission cf the Vlncentian Fathers, and at the close of the evening ceremonies he proceeded pro-ceeded to cycle home to Ballyroan. He had gone but a short distance down a hill on the upper portion of the Main f treet, when he crashed Into a car containing con-taining a party of his own relatives, who were also returning from the mission mis-sion devotions. The tragic occurrence cast a gloom not only over the young t student's native town, but also over every part of the Queen's county, j where his father, ames McMahon, J. j P., C. C, and family are widely known i end esteemed. . I Roscommn. ! Mr. Michael Harris, formerly of New J Tork. and brother of the late Matthew Harris, M. P., died at the residence of his nephew, Mr. J. H. Rafferty, Golf View House, Athlone, on Sept. 10. Sligo. Mrs. Mary Healy, mother of the Rev. ., William Healy, Adm., Templebny, died i at ner 'ate residence. Dromard, on I Sept. 10, at the age of 87. Tipperary. The death of Mr. Daniel Donworth. which took place Sept. 9 at his residence, resi-dence, Gladstone terrace, Edinburgh, Scotland, removes one of the staunch-est staunch-est of Irish Nationalists. Mr. Don-worth Don-worth was a native of Tipperary. which he left some thirty-five years ago to fill a situation in Edinburgh, which Ire has hld all those years. IWaterford. Mother Joseph Meagher of the Presentation Pre-sentation Convent, Holy Cross. Water-ford, Water-ford, having: reached her fiftieth year of profession, the Children of Mary have decided to celebrate the happy event by the presentation of an address ad-dress and an appropriate souvenir. "Wexford. Deep and widespread regret has been occasioned at County Wexford by the oath of Mr. Patrick Cleary, White-church. White-church. County Councillor for the Tln-j Tln-j tern division, and district councillor for Whitechurch. Mr. Cleary, who was an extensive and successful agriculturist, took a prominent part, from the earliest ear-liest days of the land war, in Nationalist Nation-alist and public matters. He was a gentleman of the kindliest possible dis position, most genial and friendly with all he came in contact. Westmeath. The death took place at Mullinger recently of Mr. Thomas J. O'Boyle, better known by his non-de-plume of "Conall Gulban." He had been for some years past entrusted with the editorial management of the Midland Reporter, Mullingar, of which Mr. Jasper Jas-per Tully is the proprietor. He was an ardent supporter of the Gaelic League movement, and a talented writer. Goats' Milk a Cure for Consumption. Nothing in the history of science is more instructive, according to the experts ex-perts who prepared the recent report of the British commission on tuberculosis, tubercu-losis, than the vast difficulties experienced experi-enced in propagating the use of the milk of the goat, says Current Literature. Litera-ture. Physicians of the highest eminence have affirmed that in the milk of the goat nature provides the best possible solution of the problem of tuberculosis. In saying that the goat is not subject to tuberculosis, Dr. Finley Bell, of the New Tork Aacademy of Medicine, is in agreement with Sir William Broadbent. He is also supported by the evidence of leading English goat-keepers, goat-keepers, of every publication concerning concern-ing goats, and of the distinguished Professor Nocard. who stated recently that of the 130,000 goats and kids brought to Paris for slaughter every spring the meat inspectors had failed to find a single case of tuberculosis. Nevertheless, with the exception of the members of the British aristocracy, very few Anglo-Saxons have profited by the lesson of these truths. Those scientists who go so far as to defy any authority to produce a single case of tuberculosis among a population using goat's milk to the exclusion of cow's meat receive very little attention. The circumstances seems all the more surprising sur-prising In view of what the investigators investiga-tors on the British commission call the superior richness and flavor of the milk of the goat to that of the cow. THE YANKEE NIECE. A Story With a Useful Moral. "You say he is always drunk," said the Yankee niece, looking hard at her aunt through the turf-smoke that filled the roomy, but untidy kitchen. "Always," snapped the latter.' ' "And you never tried anything to cure him of It?" "Tried? Heaven bless you, I haven't left a stone unturned." "What on earth is the use of turning turn-ing stones?" asked the niece, who had a habit of taking things literally. "Haven't you ever tried anything sensible sen-sible making the home attractive to him?" "Wlsha!" (this scornfully), "Isn't it he wants the attractin'? Wouldn't a body think we were young sweethearts, instead of being an ould couple and 'done for these dozen years." "I don't see what difference that makes, aunt. When you were young sweethearts, did you ever put on a fresh ribbon or anything dainty so as to look sweeter than others in his eyes? Having chosen to live your life beside him, is it not worth your while to brighten his home and make it more attractive to him than any other place in the world make It so that, during his working hours, his thoughts will return to you and make the day long till he sits beside you at the well-prepared meal or opposite you in the light of the peat fire on the clean, bright hearth?" Mrs. Carey's eyes were moist., and a lump rose in her throat. Ashamed of the temporary weakness she pulled herself together and answered roughly: "Hoity-toity! You've been readin' too many of them novels, Eileen. If your mother was alive, it would be the sorrowful sor-rowful day to her. Makin' the home attractive for Maurice Carey, when he turns in dead drunk! 'Twould be well In my way!" "I haven't read many novels, aunt, and none that my mother would not approve of (God give her rest this day!) My ideas of life are taken from her example. She always dressed neatly, and had the table spread as daintily as if she were a duchess when father came home, and aunt, he never came home drunk. We hadn't much money, as you know, but father and mother were extremely happy. I only wish, if I ever marry, that I may be half as happy." "Tut, tut, child. You have hlgh-falutin' hlgh-falutin' notions, I can see. The soooner you get rid of them, the better. When you have sjent a month or two here, you'll havedlfferent views of Maurice Carey, an' attractive homes." "I hope not. aunt. I don't believe uncle Is so bad. Is he not my dear father's own brother? There cannot be so great a difference between them. Anyway, I shall never believe that it isn't in the power of every good woman to make her home and company com-pany more attractive to her husband than an evil-smelling, draughty public bar." "Hoity-toity! Try it. You are going to remain with us six months, are you not?" "I shall stay till I've cured Uncle Maurice," answered the girl gaily, as she tripped out of the smoke, through the yard and down a boreen, against a man 'who was walking unsteadily towards to-wards her, holding a scythe in a perilous peril-ous position. "Uncle Maurice, let me carry the scythe. You don't seem very well this evening," she said. The man flushed and put down the scythe by an adjacent fence, saying, "It will do there." " 'Tis a pity you don't fill up the ruts in this avenue," she went on, unheeding. un-heeding. "A man and yourself would do it In half a day." "We'd do many things only for 'ifs.' " he answered sullenly. "There I told you so," began Mrs. Carey, as they entered the smoke-filled kitchen. "Would you not mind not talking too much while I am with you, aunt?" said the girl. "Your voice reminds me so much of mother, and I want to cry when I hear it," she added, by way of explanation. "Humph! Hoity-toity," muttered Mrs. Carey, under her breath, as she proceeded with the cooking of the evening meal. Meanwhile Eileen was clearing the untidy kitchen and setting the table while she talked affably to her uncle about the kind father who waited for her return on the far side of the Atlantic, At-lantic, the saintly mother who rested in the sunny churchyard in the heart of the western world; the order, method, neatness, trimness, etc., of the women there; their help In the building up of the great western empire; em-pire; the purpose, determination and grit of the men, and so on. Maurice listened attentively, gave his opinion every now and then, and, when supper was over, sat down the Are (which Eileen Ei-leen had caused to burn brightly by the addition of some sticks of wood), instead of taking his usual Journey to the crossroads. Eileen smiled to herself, put the children early to bed, much against V , their wishes, and sat down beside her uncle to continue their conversation. When Mrs. Carey joined in with her customary grumblings at Maurice (she had become incapable of talking on any subject save his shortcomings), Eileen commenced sobbing, and the good woman, who was in reality the soul of hospitality, was obliged to take refuge in silence, less she might hurt her visitor too keenly. Eileen was up betimes next morning; and when Mrs. Carey came down in a dirty blouse and a skirt much in need of mending, the sight of a spotlessly clean kitchen, a bright peat fire, and a girl in a Holland frock and large apron putting the finishing touches to a neat breakfast table, on the center of which stood a bowl of fresh-picked roses, caused her to retrace her steps to indulge in her morning's ablutions, brush her still beautiful hair, and change her untidy garments. Maurice appeared soon after, unwashed and unkempt, and, at sight of him, Eileen said sweetly: "Uncle, dear, would you mind greatly washing and tidying yourself before you sit down to breakfast? It will be ready in a minute, but I must tidy the little ones first." and she went on laving the youngsters without getting a spot on her own frock, so deft was I she. Mrs. Carey blushed a little as they ! sat down to the meal when Maurice remarked: "Eh! Faith, Nancy, but you're lookin' as young as the day we were spliced," but she enjoyed the compliment, nevertheless, and forgo,t to mention such a thing as a fault of his during the meal. All day Eileen worked like a brick, dusting, scrubbing and cleaning. She was very tired, but she would not give in. There were three bedropms upstairs up-stairs which had not been dusted or swept for years. The task being beyond be-yond her delicate strength, she bribed a neighboring girl to come in and help der; and in a few days the whole house was transformed. So was Maurice: yet not quite reformed. re-formed. Sometimes he stayed in during dur-ing the evenings. At other times he had scarcely swallowed his evening meal when he was off to his old haunt. Mrs. Carey gave vent to sarcastic remarks re-marks anent the girl's effort during his absence; but, when he returned, she forgot to grumble as of old. The sight of his humiliated, shamed face, disarmed her anger, and she only remembered re-membered his good points and all his tender kindness towards her before the demon at the crossroad began to lure him from his home. His lapses did not dishearten Eileen. She knew she had got in. the thin end of the wedge, and she had full hope of driving it home in time. As a neat, tidy home, well-cooked meals, and clean children became the rule rather than the exception, ex-ception, the temptation to stop indoors and enjoy the pleasures of home life grew on Maurice, and overmastered that other temptation which had hitherto hith-erto been irresistible. After Eileen's visit had lasted some months, he startled her one day, as they walked ' together to mass (watching his wife and pretty little ones some yards on in front), hy ejaculating: "As sure as God is in heaven, it wasn't love of drink made me take it. The house used to be that thronged an' dirty , an' the children bawlin' an' crying an' the short and the long of it was, I used to run from it all. But don't say a word to your aunt. She's the best woman in the world, the best wife a man ever had, but she used not rightly understand things. Thai's all." " 'Tis the way you've bewitched us all," Mrs. Carey said later on. "Indeed, no, aunt," answered the girl. "I have only been experimenting with my favorite theories. Good practices prac-tices are more profitable than turning stones. Eh. aunt?" "God bless you, asthore. 'Twas He sent you to us. But you'll stay over the six months a year, maybe?" "A bailiff and twenty peelers wouldn't get me out until Uncle Mau- : rice is perfect, quite perfect," answered Eileen, laughing; but there were tears in her aunt's eyes tears of happiness. happi-ness. N. F. D. In The Irish Messenger of the Sacred Heart. |